Standing in the corridor, it's just another dayYou never were the kind of boy who ran outside to playYou're passing through the kitchen behind your mother's backWhile she says "your father's on the plane"

The rain against the windows, You're waiting on the stairsYou double check the driveway, If someone's staying thereYou calculate the chances, of presents on your bed tonightDaddy's on his way

Daddy's on a planeSoon you'll meet againDaddy's on a planeThat's what mother saidLike you were waiting

Nothing ever happens, In your neighborhoodYou like to run so far away, if you only couldIt seems that all the people have nothing much to say anywayDaddy's on his way

Daddy's on the planeSoon you'll meet againDaddy's on the planeThat's what mother saidWhile you were waiting